guests arriving and departing. It seemed like a madhouse to Chastity as Seth waved her to his side. She obeyed without comment, but regretted it when she saw the smirk of pleasure Tor and his minions gifted Seth with.
Their attention was quickly redirected toward the crowd. As if silently ordered, the crush parted and a young Asian woman emerged. An exotic beauty with long black hair, almond-shaped eyes and golden skin gracing a shapely body. A sting of jealousy assaulted Chastity as she witnessed the sexual appreciation in Seth’s eyes. Tor moved away from their party to meet the woman. Without a word, she fell to his feet. With a gentle hand beneath her chin, he commanded her to rise. Then he took her into his arms and kissed her with the passion of possession. The woman returned his ardor, her reaction as intense. Finally, they parted and the two approached Chastity and Seth, the woman several steps behind Tor. Without a word he motioned her to Chastity’s side.
It was then Chastity noticed the sign that read “Master Registry” and at the further end of the platform another that simply read “slaves”.
As Chastity expected, a barrage of Voyeur II cameras were poised and ready to film their arrival. Well, Seth’s anyway, as they surrounded him, bombarding him with questions.
His hand went to his chin, and he rubbed his neatly groomed mustache and goatee, pondering each question asked.
The man had a wonderful profile. The camera loved him, the reporters loved him, and sadly, Chastity loved him, too.
Attention intently focused on Seth, Chastity started when the woman beside her spoke. “I am Passion Flower. Please follow me, slave Chastity.”
Chastity’s brows rose. Slave Chastity ? Before yielding to the woman’s request, she glanced over her shoulder in Seth’s direction, but Tor had already ushered him through the Master’s entrance, the crew of Voyeur II hot on his trail.
“Where are we going?”
“To prepare your body for your Master’s pleasure.”
37
Mackenzie McKade
Well, of course. That would’ve been my very first guess, if I wasn’t wondering why the hell I’m here in the first place.
A woman, dressed…no, dressed wasn’t the appropriate word—nearly naked would be more apropos, stood before the door, her body swathed in chains. Chains used to lift and accentuate particular body parts, but not covering anything of real importance. Passion Flower’s own attire wasn’t much more than a floral printed flap that covered her mons. Her breasts were covered with either body paint or tattoos of exquisite lotus blossoms. Her name was obviously derived from the fruit that induced a dreamy languorous ardor.
Chastity glanced back at the woman draped in chains. “What does this preparation consist of?”
Passion Flower pushed open the door and held it for her to pass through. “You must be washed, perfumed and dressed for your Master’s pleasure.”
Chastity tossed a nod back toward metal woman. “I hope he’s chosen something less revealing than her Master has, or yours, for that matter.”
As they entered a sterile, white room, a bustle of activity buzzed around her. Clearly the women and men of slave status were looking forward to their adventures as they laughed and spoke with each other. Two women and one man openly shared their newly acquired piercings, a gold band through each nipple. Chastity smiled at the thought of the incredible orgasm she had experienced when Seth had removed her own nipple clamps. Then she remembered his abrupt disappearance and her smile fled. Several staff members in togas approached. Immediately they began to disrobe her, despite her initial protests. Off came her skimpy little red leather outfit, then her boots and finally the collar around her neck. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only one receiving this treatment. Several other women and men were being stripped in front of all. No one seemed to be affected by the nudity, except for her. Nervous
Their attention was quickly redirected toward the crowd. As if silently ordered, the crush parted and a young Asian woman emerged. An exotic beauty with long black hair, almond-shaped eyes and golden skin gracing a shapely body. A sting of jealousy assaulted Chastity as she witnessed the sexual appreciation in Seth’s eyes. Tor moved away from their party to meet the woman. Without a word, she fell to his feet. With a gentle hand beneath her chin, he commanded her to rise. Then he took her into his arms and kissed her with the passion of possession. The woman returned his ardor, her reaction as intense. Finally, they parted and the two approached Chastity and Seth, the woman several steps behind Tor. Without a word he motioned her to Chastity’s side.
It was then Chastity noticed the sign that read “Master Registry” and at the further end of the platform another that simply read “slaves”.
As Chastity expected, a barrage of Voyeur II cameras were poised and ready to film their arrival. Well, Seth’s anyway, as they surrounded him, bombarding him with questions.
His hand went to his chin, and he rubbed his neatly groomed mustache and goatee, pondering each question asked.
The man had a wonderful profile. The camera loved him, the reporters loved him, and sadly, Chastity loved him, too.
Attention intently focused on Seth, Chastity started when the woman beside her spoke. “I am Passion Flower. Please follow me, slave Chastity.”
Chastity’s brows rose. Slave Chastity ? Before yielding to the woman’s request, she glanced over her shoulder in Seth’s direction, but Tor had already ushered him through the Master’s entrance, the crew of Voyeur II hot on his trail.
“Where are we going?”
“To prepare your body for your Master’s pleasure.”
37
Mackenzie McKade
Well, of course. That would’ve been my very first guess, if I wasn’t wondering why the hell I’m here in the first place.
A woman, dressed…no, dressed wasn’t the appropriate word—nearly naked would be more apropos, stood before the door, her body swathed in chains. Chains used to lift and accentuate particular body parts, but not covering anything of real importance. Passion Flower’s own attire wasn’t much more than a floral printed flap that covered her mons. Her breasts were covered with either body paint or tattoos of exquisite lotus blossoms. Her name was obviously derived from the fruit that induced a dreamy languorous ardor.
Chastity glanced back at the woman draped in chains. “What does this preparation consist of?”
Passion Flower pushed open the door and held it for her to pass through. “You must be washed, perfumed and dressed for your Master’s pleasure.”
Chastity tossed a nod back toward metal woman. “I hope he’s chosen something less revealing than her Master has, or yours, for that matter.”
As they entered a sterile, white room, a bustle of activity buzzed around her. Clearly the women and men of slave status were looking forward to their adventures as they laughed and spoke with each other. Two women and one man openly shared their newly acquired piercings, a gold band through each nipple. Chastity smiled at the thought of the incredible orgasm she had experienced when Seth had removed her own nipple clamps. Then she remembered his abrupt disappearance and her smile fled. Several staff members in togas approached. Immediately they began to disrobe her, despite her initial protests. Off came her skimpy little red leather outfit, then her boots and finally the collar around her neck. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only one receiving this treatment. Several other women and men were being stripped in front of all. No one seemed to be affected by the nudity, except for her. Nervous
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